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Mon 9 Jun, 2003 11:50 pm
Is it a seasonal thing in the Nthn hemisphere, but there seems to have been a changing of the avatar. Horses appear to be the new black, whilst those with faces have changed and vice versa. Full moon, perhaps?
Spring time...out with the old, in with the new...
Butrflynet without a hat?
Thud!
I still think pigs make the best avatars.
Yes, James - but I do detect a bias, can't put my finger on it tho.
HE has a bias?
You disrespect my poor sweet little avatar too many more times, you'll end up with a bunny paw making your mouth work.... and it's a loooooooooong way to the mouth....
Nothing new under the sun, silly stilly.
As a matter of record, we all go around willy nilly
Imagination is funny
It makes a cloudy day sunny,
Makes the bees think of honey,
Just as I think of you.
Imagination is silly
You go around willy nilly
Always asking the daisy,
What to do..what to do.
(bridge)
Have you ever felt a gentle touch,
And then a kiss and then and then
Find it's only your imagination again,
Oh, well.
(back to verse)
Imagination is crazy,
Your whole perspective gets hazy,
For example I go around loving you.
And yet I can't imagine that you
Want me too.
Once asked a Canajun woman at a money changers who the woman in the funny hat is (on the money)--her friend leaned over and rendered, in a stage whisper: "He means the Queen." -- "Oh, that's the Queen, Sir." (Given primly, with disapprovingly thin lips.)
I used to have issues with hats ('cept for my steel pot helmet: "Got my helmet on? Good, first things first . . . ), now i just laughs at 'em . . .
You've got a helmet for pot? It's a bong, not a bomb, you dumb dog.
Laughing at hats is NOT recommended for those hoping for some Crostata di Limona in 10 days.
Damn, Patio, you just slay me at times . . .
I think Setanta is stoned - he got the giggles - damned munchies next...
I ain't not never stoned . . . damn, this thing keeps goin' out so's i hasta light it again . . . an' i ain't got the munchies, i just wanted a little popcorn . . . an' some vanilla wafers . . . and some lemon sandwich cookies . . . an' a couple a hot dogs . . . with cheese, yeah that's it, an' maybe i'll start on that pasta, next . . .
What was you asayin' there, Cunning Coney ?
Now there's a horse of a different color . . .
Note: I who have a horsey handle do not have a horsey avatar. There is nothing wrong with a horsey avatar. Horsey is as horsey does. Ignore the neigh-sayers.
I can't believe you trotted that out . . . don't try to saddle us with your specious reasoning . . .
specious reasoning ???? Such unbridled thoughts. That sort of thing needs reining in.